Tiberius let out a sharp, bark-like laugh. As if he cared whether or not she wanted to shut up. As if he cared about her ruined dress. The only thing he was thinking about was her body, and the paltry amount of clothing still separating him from it. With the front of her dress torn open, he pushed it off of her shoulders, letting the bulk of the fabric slip to the floor. The corset could stay, as far as his purposes were concerned. This wasn't an intimate lovemaking session. He didn't need to look at her bare skin, or touch her breasts. He was going to fuck her, and he only needed one thing for that.

"Get on your knees," he said gruffly, turning her body away from him and pushing her down onto the bed. If his words didn't make his meaning clear, or if she offered any attempt to fight his whims, he could show her easily enough what it was he wanted. If he had to force her, so much the better. He actually hoped she offered some resistance. He wanted to force her.

"You seem to enjoy living like an animal," he sneered as he flipped her petticoat up onto her back and out of his way. He placed one hand firmly on her back to prevent her from trying to squirm out from beneath him or sit up, while his other hand went to undo his trousers. "I'm going to fuck you like one."